I know it's been a while, if you check my tumblr (same username as here) you'll generally see me post about when I'm working on different projects, as well as why some are more sporadic than others.
Now that's done with, here we are with copious smuts.
-RWBY-
Since their first session had been a great success (and a great workout), Yang had invited Jaune to visit the gym more regularly, and so Jaune had signed up for a membership - it was a little far for him to use exclusively, but he went at least once a week. And after she'd been hyping up the upcoming show, Jaune entered the club that evening a little nervous and a lot excited for the event. He flashed his VIP wristband to the doormen, noticing there were still dancers on the ordinary stage and a few people working the crowd. He marvelled at how efficient the soundproofing was as he stepped through the door, club music all but silent once the door shut behind him.
The newly-finished-and-upgraded VIP area was stunning, though interior design wasn't exactly a huge interest of Jaune's, he could appreciate the decor and lighting. There were chairs and tables grouped in the middle, booths and sofas along the back, just enough space to not feel crowded but maintaining a more intimate, special feeling. The space available was used flawlessly, with the modest dancefloor taking up a fair amount of room itself. The main attraction was of course the big stage in front of the tables and chairs, flanked by two smaller spots with poles. The stage was big enough to be visible from any spot in the room, whether in the booths, at a table or propping up the bar.
The party to celebrate the re-opening was already well underway, but Yang had assured him he had time to go home, shower and change after work without missing any of the real action. Not that Yang had been totally clear on the details - she'd made it clear she was excited and it was going to be a lot of fun, but she also enjoyed teasing him and so Jaune could only make some educated guesses.
"Jaune!"
He turned at the sound of his name, and found Nora bouncing on the spot with a smile and a bunny outfit on. She beamed up at him, gesturing around the room.
"Looks fun huh?"
Jaune nodded, and let himself be led by the exuberant woman to look around a little. After a mini-tour, Nora led him to a cosy little booth and said Yang had reserved it for him to have a great view and comfortable spot to watch it from. He went to order a drink before returning to his little spot, and looked around the room, seeing familiar faces scattered amongst patrons.
Sun was noticable pretty quick - his tail was free as he was shirtless, and the man seemed to be having a great time dancing with a few women. Pyrrha's bright red hair drew the eye, and Jaune saw her sat in somebody's lap. He couldn't quite make out their features, but he was pretty sure most people would be delighted by that. A few people were getting lap dances, and he spotted Weiss gliding around with a few people following her obediently. Honestly, Jaune wouldn't have been surprised to see her leading them around on leashes. He saw a few other dancers working the crowd, but didn't get much chance to take more in before he gained company.
"Hey there! Glad you could make it."
Jaune looked up from his seat to see Blake grinning down at him. Her short shorts and crop top highlighted her curves well, and she'd barely waited for Jaune to finish his drink before she grabbed him and dragged him over to the dance floor. Jaune felt very awkward, but he wasn't nearly as bad at dancing as he had been when he was younger - mostly a result of other times his friends had cajoled him in to going out.
Granted, his life had definitely improved from them dragging him to the strip club. So Jaune supposed he had little room to complain.
Blake seemed impressed by his 'moves', not that Jaune would have described them as anything particularly impressive. She seemed quite content to just grind and twerk against him, showing off the... asset most people admired on her body. Jaune certainly didn't mind, though it took him a minute to get more involved, resting his hands on her hips to help follow her rhythm.
When she straightened up and wolf-whistled, Jaune followed her line of sight and had to work to keep his jaw from falling open. Wow. Yang sauntered over to them, looking absolutely breath-taking in a red dress. Thin straps led down to a deep V-cut, exposing her cleavage. The lower half of the dress dropped to knee length, but had high slits in the sides that exposed her thighs. Red, strappy heels completed the outfit, and she'd styled her hair so that her fringe hung to one side, allowing her to peer out playfully from under it.
Yang stopped in front of them, exchanging a very friendly greeting with Blake whilst Jaune tried to remember how to speak. She winked, twirled and smiled at him.
"Like the dress?"
Jaune swallowed and nodded.
"Very much so."
She giggled and moved in a little closer.
"Thought I'd dress up to celebrate the VIP shows starting back up. Think you can dance, or has all the blood left your brain?"
Jaune cleared his throat, then nodded.
"I can dance."
As it turned out, Jaune didn't have to do a whole lot of moving himself. Yang and Blake were content to use him like a pole on stage, gyrating and grinding against his body, occasionally throwing in a cheeky grope as they worked their way around him. Jaune saw a few envious looks from other patrons, though he also saw a lot of happy faces on those who were being entertained by other performers.
Jaune felt something brush against the back of his neck and jumped, then turned to find Sun grinning smugly. He rolled his eyes but still gave his friend a one-armed hug in greeting, then playfully batted away Sun's tail.
"Hey."
"Looked like a party over here, thought I'd drop by."
Sun joked. Blake and Yang exchanged a silent look, then Blake excused herself to go grab a drink.
"You can take over. Yang's good at handling two guys at once."
Yang stuck her tongue out at Blake, but she soon began giggling. Sun happily joined them, and Yang looked delighted with the turn of events that led to her sandwiched between the two men. Jaune was aware they were drawing attention, but found he didn't really mind - he was having a great time, and Yang probably turned heads all by herself in that incredible dress. She slid up against him, Sun's hands on her hips as she slid one leg up against the back of Jaune's, brushing her lips against his throat before she stretched up and spoke softly in his ear.
"You know, this would be a lot more fun if none of us were wearing clothes right now."
Jaune felt his face heat up, remembering how Yang had implied when they first met that he could 'bring a friend'. Sun seemed enamoured with the idea, trailing his hands up over Yang's sides, shamelessly groping her chest and grinding against her back. Jaune felt his pulse climb as Yang let out a soft moan against his ear, pressing tighter against him. He was definitely glad for the limited lighting, but there was no chance Yang would miss his erection with how close they were. Jaune let his hands slide over her body, not quite as bold as Sun was with so many eyes on them but unable to keep from touching her when she was tempting him so intentionally.
"Come on, don't spare the details."
Sun joked, his expression one of amusement as he no doubt enjoyed Jaune being a little flustered while Yang was being so damn shameless. She twisted her head enough to throw Sun a playful smirk over her shoulder, then turned back to Jaune, still grinding between them. Dancing was definitely a strong word for their movements by then, and Yang wasn't done driving Jaune a little crazy. She dragged her nails over the strip of skin between his shirt and waistband, goosebumps rising over Jaune's skin despite how hot he felt.
"Hmm. Well, I do love having two pretty boys to play with. So many ways to enjoy myself... I'd probably make Sun watch while I suck you off, cus he's ever so impatient, then ride your cock and blow Sun if he's well behaved. Impress me enough and I might let you guys run the show."
Yang dug her nails into his back, as though reminding Jaune he wasn't dreaming, and it was enough to help him manage the slightly dizzy sensation of most of the blood leaving his brain. When Sun leant in and told Yang they needed to leave and get ready for their show, Jaune wasn't sure if he was relieved or disappointed as Yang peeled herself off of him. He drew in a deep breath, trying to reign himself in a little so he could walk back to his table with at least a little dignity, arousal still surging through him.
"Enjoy the show."
Yang winked, then followed Sun off the dancefloor to what Jaune assumed was a backstage access door. He retreated to his booth, finding it occupied by Blake.
"I'm not on stage tonight, so I thought I'd keep you company."
Jaune nodded in agreement - they were friends, and he enjoyed her company - and took a seat next to her, wondering if he had time to go get himself a drink. Before he finished thinking, Blake nodded down at the table and he saw there were two glasses there. She grinned, and they settled in to wait for things to start. The dancing music slowed and quieted, which seemed enough of an indicator that people began filtering away from the dancefloor, finding seats or heading to order drinks. As the music stopped completely, the room began to darken, slowly enough to allow everyone to find a safe place to stand or sit without tripping over each other. Jaune admired the effort that had gone in to the build up - the slow lull also built anticipation.
A spotlight landed on the back wall, and a dark-skinned woman with green hair stepped in to it. Blake leant in and murmured that the woman was Emerald. New music began to play, a sensual sound with quick drumbeats and an occasional tinkling that seemed to sound in time with Emerald's hip-shimmies. Though he wasn't exactly an expert, Jaune recognised the style as belly dancing, and watched as Emerald swayed her body in time with the beat. A white bra hugged her chest while a long green skirt swirled with her body, glittering beads adorning her waist that almost seemed to sparkle in time with the music. Every part of her seemed to move, body in a constant, sinuous flow that made Jaune a little envious of how agile she looked.
The spotlight followed her as Emerald made her way through the crowd, occasionally stopping to shimmy and shake in front of particular patrons, her hips lifting and dropping in time with the drumbeat. He wondered how long it took her to practice, to be able to dance so flawlessly as though the music was created entirely by the way her body moved. The entire room was glued to her, all attention commanded by the hypnotic sway of her hips, the flow of fabric swirling around her.
Jaune had all but forgotten the type of club he was in, entranced by her fluidity. It was only when Emerald picked one table in particular, and whipped off the white bra before she continued the quicker, more percussive motions so her breasts were also moving pretty much in somebody's face, that Jaune remembered. As she leant in and let the patron paw and suck at her breasts, Jaune was firmly back to reality.
A few whistles and cheers seemed to spur her on, and soon Emerald had shimmied and swayed her way to the stage. Jaune was sure some people were a little disappointed they didn't get the same treatment, but Emerald had little trouble drawing them back under her spell as she continued to dance around the stage. When her skirt finally hit the floor, only a tiny white thong was left to go. Blake shifted forward in her seat, commenting quietly to Jaune that it was Emerald's first VIP show and she was 'killing it'. He had to agree - she had the audience completely eating out of her hand before she was even fully nude.
Her full-body moves became more subtle, gentle sways as the music began to quieten, before she slipped the thong down and threw it out in to the crowd. The music had not gone away entirely, ensuring there was no sense of awkward silence, but Jaune got the feeling there would be other things to hear before long as Emerald made her way to a plush chaise lounge on the stage. It hadn't been especially visible until the lights on stage brightened enough to give everybody a clear view of Emerald's naked body.
She got herself comfortable on the chaise, angled to ensure everybody could see as Emerald began to caress her own body, fingertips trailing from collarbone to thigh and back again. One hand lingered at her chest, palming and squeezing her breast whilst the other continued down between her spread legs to circle a finger around her clit. Emerald closed her eyes, teasing herself, enjoying the sensations her own touch inspired. It was almost as though she was just pleasuring herself alone, and Jaune admired how relaxed she appeared despite the audience.
The music was still playing, but even at the back of the room in his booth Jaune soon began to hear soft moans as Emerald warmed herself up, hand moving a little faster until she straightened up and licked at her damp fingers. Then she turned and picked up a large dark green dildo and went straight to town on it, giving the toy what appeared to be a very enthusiastic blowjob. As she ran the thick head down her body to settle it between her legs, Jaune felt a hand slide over his leg. When he tore his eyes away from Emerald, he found Blake looking at him.
"Is this ok?"
She asked softly. Jaune nodded, turning his attention back to the stage. Emerald was working hard, it was only polite of him to pay attention after all.
Blake groped him lazily through his jeans as they watched Emerald fuck herself lazily with one hand, the other producing a smaller dildo in the same dark green colour that she sucked on, moaning and slurping sloppily at it. A few other sounds were audible, and as Jaune glanced around the room he noticed that some of the performers were... entertaining a couple of the VIP guests - there was a male performer kneeling down to service somebody near the front, and he saw that Pyrrha had somebody's face buried in her bare breasts while she sat in their lap. Blake was still taking her time, rubbing and squeezing occasionally at his erection but not rushing, which told Jaune that the show still had plenty of time left.
Emerald abandoned the smaller dildo to focus on the larger after a while, her fingers digging in to the chaise as she fucked herself faster, hips arching as she moaned with each thrust. She rubbed her clit with her free hand, and it certainly looked genuine as Emerald moaned and shuddered through (Jaune assumed) the climax of her performance. Her cries completely drowned out the music, and as she settled back in to the chaise with a satisfied smile, applause filled any silence as Emerald rose to her feet and gave everybody a wide grin before she sauntered off stage, filler music taking over as the lights rose enough to let people see their way to bathrooms or the bar if they wished whilst a couple of people came to take away Emerald's props.
"She was amazing!"
Blake decreed, reclining in her seat without moving her hand from his groin. They sipped their drinks and chatted while they waited for the next show, Blake's hand still meandering up and down his thigh. Jaune agreed that Emerald had put on a stellar performance, and wondered how much more intense the show was going to get.
"So who's up next?"
He asked, curious if there were going to be a lot more performances. Blake tipped her head, thinking.
"I think next is a couple of ladies who've worked here a long time. Veterans of the sexy shows. Oh, hey Scarlet."
Blake added, and Jaune followed her gaze to see a tall, pale red-haired man grinning down at Blake and Jaune. His hair was shaved on one side with a fringe that hung over one eye, and there was a small tattoo on the side of his other eye. His outfit seemed composed solely of tight white shorts and an open red military jacket. Well, he wasn't Jaune's type, but he could objectively see the man was attractive.
"Hey there kitty cat."
He grinned, and Blake seemed amused by the nickname.
"Are you working tonight?"
Scarlet nodded, taking one hand out of his shorts pocket to brush his hair aside. Rather pointlessly, Jaune thought, as it fell right back into his face.
"Someone's gotta keep these men happy. I see you've got that in hand yourself. Plus, I'm not missing the finale. Sage is around here somewhere too, but you know how popular he is. His face is probably busy right now."
Scarlet chuckled to himself, then offered Jaune a cheeky wink and waved to Blake before he headed over to the bar.
"Don't worry, Scarlet flirts with everybody."
Blake assured, but Jaune shrugged. Nothing about Scarlet had come across predatory, just playful. His own male friends were very similar.
"I'm not worried. Just takes some getting used to hearing you guys use each other's names at work."
Blake nodded.
"Well, you know better than to share them with strangers."
A dip in the volume of music signalled people to get back to their seats, and the lights dimmed to almost nothing a minute or so later. Just enough to see some stagehands bring out a sofa, placing it in the middle of the stage. When the stage lit up again, two women strutted out with purpose, circling the sofa to come together in front of it. Jaune recognised the two, though he didn't know either Harriet or Winter terribly well.
"Isn't she a little overdressed?"
Jaune asked as he took in their outfits. Harriet had a short, strapless black leather dress on, whilst Winter had a full lace bodysuit and a floor-length white coat over it. Blake giggled, shaking her head.
"Winter likes to make a spectacle."
Winter and Harriet parted and turned to the poles on either side of the stage, Winter's coat draped over the sofa to show the white lace beneath before she strode purposefully toward her pole. The material allowed the onlookers to see her white lingerie underneath as she wrapped her body around the pole, whilst Harriet flexed some serious leg strength as she folded her legs around it to hang upside down, then squatting low so the short skirt of her dress displayed a pert, muscular backside. Jaune struggled to pick a side to watch, eyes flicking between each side.
Winter was the first to start actually stripping off clothes, slipping off the top of her bodysuit - Jaune hadn't realised it was a two piece until then, as the lace pattern matched so well. Her bra had a soft, flowy white material around the band, which gave Winter something to play with as she ran her hands up her stomach to squeeze her own breasts. Harriet worked the pole and used her hands to unloop laces on the front of her dress until it loosened enough for her to push it down, exposing a bra and thong that looked almost black until the light caught it just right to show the deep navy colouring.
Jaune had definitely gained more appreciation for style choices in clothing since he started visiting the club - everybody had learned colours and cuts that flattered their skin tones and body shapes, and utilised that knowledge to tantalise their audience even more. They flaunted their lithe, agile bodies in a way that looked effortless, even though Sun had commented that learning to pole dance was the hardest workout he'd ever done in his life, and Jaune absolutely believed it as he watched the workings of thick muscles in Harriet's thighs.
When both women had stripped down to their underwear, they abandoned their poles to meet in the centre of the stage. Winter visibly took the lead, and Harriet appeared more than happy with the way she was pulled in to a rough kiss, her lingerie stripped away effortlessly to leave her naked and panting. Blake squirmed next to Jaune, her grip on his cock tighter and he saw her other hand had unfastened her shorts and dipped inside, flexing of her wrist matching up with little gasps and mewls of pleasure.
Winter removed her own lingerie while her co-star recovered from the dominating kisses, then reclined comfortably on the sofa before she pushed Harriet's head down between her thighs and hooked her legs over her shoulders, Winter's pale skin all but glowing in contrast with Harriet's darker skin. Her posture gave the impression Winter was very much at ease, reinforcing Blake's earlier comment that she was experienced in such displays as she enjoyed Harriet's oral attentions, head rolling back against a cushion as she moaned.
Jaune had just begun to wonder if that was the entirety of the show when Winter unwound her legs and pushed Harriet away, which seemed to disappoint the other woman. Winter pushed Harriet down on to the sofa and reached behind the cushion on their shared sofa, revealing a large double-ended dildo. She teased Harriet with it, rubbing the thick head of one end over her clit until the other woman squirmed and tipped her hips up, seeking more. Winter continued her teasing until she seemed content Harriet had waited long enough, pushing the dildo into her before raising her own hips to take the other end herself. Harriet's leg hung off the end of the sofa, allowing everyone a clear view of her being fucked.
Aroused to the point of discomfort by then, Jaune reached down and unfastened his jeans with a sigh of relief. Blake resumed her groping through his boxers as they watched Winter move her hips, riding one end of the toy and using the other to fuck Harriet under her. It left her hands free, one gripping the back of the sofa for stability while the other played with the rest of Harriet's body. She squeezed briefly at Harriet's throat before moving down, groping roughly at her breasts, pinching her nipple and Harriet appeared to delight in every touch, writhing under Winter and crying out in pleasure.
Jaune dragged his eyes away in an attempt to catch his breath, but that only led to him seeing how others were engaging in their own fun - Weiss was bouncing slowly in somebody's lap, and Nora was bent over a table being fucked soundly next to her, though both women were clearly watching the show on stage themselves. His cock throbbed with desire, but he was still a little too shy to ask for more from Blake in a room full of people, so he tried to tamp it down. Easier said than done with someone rubbing his erection whilst two very attractive women had sex for his viewing pleasure (and their own, judging by the sound effects).
Harriet's movements grew more frantic as they continued, the motion of her hips visibly affecting the previously-composed Winter as the two bucked and ground themselves down on the dildo. Winter's nails dragging over Harriet's toned stomach before her fingers rubbed at the woman's clit. No doubt helped by some eager oral sex, Winter was the first to come, some choice expletives filling the room as her back arched. The movement pushed her chest out, and Harriet reached up to grope at her breasts greedily, playing with her nipples to make Winter's climax more intense.
Winter recovered quickly, batting Harriet's hands away and pinning her down, hips moving harder and quicker until she fucked the other woman through her own orgasm, Harriet's hips lifting clear off the sofa as she came. Winter leant down for a sloppy kiss before easing the dildo out of each of them, tossed aside on the sofa as she hauled a still-twitchy Harriet to her feet. They gave a slight bow to a round of applause, then headed off the stage and disappeared from view.
As the lights came up a little and filler music resumed playing, Jaune nudged Blake's hand off of him. She looked round, confused and a little concerned.
"Something wrong?"
He shook his head, wanting to reassure her quickly.
"No, just... need a minute. That was, you know. Intense."
She nodded, brightening again and withdrawing her hand from her shorts and grabbing a tissue from a box on the table to clean her hand off. Given how many people were getting frisky around them, Jaune was not surprised to see it.
"Save it for the finale."
She giggled, then offered to get Jaune a drink since he was likely to have a little trouble walking. He accepted with thanks, and used the couple of minutes alone to try and reign his body in a little. Blake returned with two glasses of soft drink, handing one to Jaune and sitting back down with the other.
"I've been wondering something. How do you guys get paid for this? Nobody is close enough to throw money on stage."
Jaune wasn't entirely sure why that had just occurred to him, maybe an attempt by his brain to think of anything other than his cock.
"Well, VIPs pay a lot for membership perks. Performing pays a lot anyway, and members are welcome to offer the ones working the crowd extra for, you know, services. Plus the bar lets you add a tip if you want to."
He nodded to show he understood, sipping at his drink. It seemed his free VIP wristband was even more of a bonus than expected. Blake was still clearly hot under the collar and visibly excited for the upcoming finale. He knew Sun and Yang were involved, but both had been quiet on the details. Though Jaune could take an educated guess by now, he supposed.
The sofa on stage had been replaced with a sturdy looking chair before the lights and music went down again, and Jaune felt a fresh pulse of heat in his belly when Yang strutted out on stage in that incredible dress. Sun followed on behind her, dressed in a white shirt with a silk tie in the same shade of red as Yang's dress. If not for the locale, Jaune could have mistaken them for a couple out on a fancy date.
When Yang reached the edge of the stage, she posed a few times to let everybody get the full effect of her attire, eyes finding Blake and Jaune at the back of the room. He gave a thumbs up of encouragement for both of them - it was definitely Sun's first time doing such a show, since he hadn't worked at the club all that long - and Yang smiled right at him. Sun sauntered up behind Yang and wrapped his arms around her, kissing the side of her neck. Yang allowed it, leaning in to him briefly to enjoy the contact before she smirked, twisting on the spot to grab him by the tie. Sun was led to the chair, pushed down in to it by Yang and given a very obvious "stay", whilst Yang made her way to the pole on one side of the stage.
She danced for a little while fully dressed, the high slits on her thighs allowing her to have plenty of freedom to move and grip the pole with bare skin. When Yang stripped out of her dress to display a red strapless bra and tiny lace briefs, Sun made a show of undoing his bottoms, pulling his erection out to stroke it as he (and everybody else) enjoyed Yang's performance. She was already very good at keeping a room entranced with her skills on the pole, and that night was no different as Yang undulated against the cool metal, spinning and swaying to her own beat, the way her hair brushed against her lower back almost hypnotic.
Yang made her way back toward Sun after a little while, circling his cock with her finger teasingly before she turned away to give the man a lapdance with the occasional ass-shake in his face. Sun reached to grab her by the hips, then pulled Yang closer and made sure she was stable on her heels before he yanked down her underwear and buried his face between her legs. Yang made eye contact with Jaune as Sun worked her with his mouth, fuelling his arousal all the more.
"Fuck, those two look hot."
Blake mewled next to him, and Jaune saw her hand had made it's way back in to her shorts. He swallowed, nodding - he wasn't attracted to Sun, but the two definitely sold the chemistry and he was undoubtedly affected by the erotic show. After landing a sound slap on Yang's ass, Sun stood up and pushed her down in to the chair (a little more gently than she had him, but then he wasn't wearing heels). He followed her lead and headed to the pole before he began to strip. Jaune's attention was briefly diverted when Blake shifted closer, all but sat in his lap.
"Yang was the one to suggest I come keep you company you know, I think she wanted her own little show and to make sure we had fun. I'm feeling pretty hot right now, how about you?"
Jaune hesitated, but after a quick look around, he realised nobody was looking in their direction, and even if they were... they certainly weren't the only ones fooling around. So he nodded, and Blake grinned. She wriggled out of her shorts first, then slid down to the floor and knelt between his legs. Jaune lifted his hips enough to let her pull down his jeans and boxers, and bit his lip to keep quiet at the wonderful feeling of Blake's mouth around his cock.
When he looked up at the stage, he found Yang had removed her bra to leave her just in her heels, and she had one hand down between her legs whilst watching Sun. Sun had taken off his shirt, tail curled up to rest on his shoulder and his tie hanging loose around his neck as he swaggered over to Yang again. He dropped his bottoms and stepped out, gyrating his hips to shake his erection in Yang's face with only boxers to cover him. Yang made to reach out but Sun stopped her, kneeling down to take off her heels for her first so she was entirely naked. He dropped a kiss to her ankle, and Yang let out a soft giggle before she beckoned him to stand.
Between the heated look on Yang's face and the confirmation that Blake really was that good with her tongue, Jaune found it easy enough to let go of any care for seeing his friend's cock naked and erect as Yang pulled down his boxers on stage. She wrapped one hand around the base, stroking slowly as she appreciated the size before lifting his cock up to duck down and run her tongue along the underside, sucking his balls while she rubbed her thumb over the head.
It was a little strange but also incredibly hot to watch Yang, but Jaune had watched enough of her online clips by then to be comfortable in saying he wasn't jealous or put off. It was just still a bit surreal to have Blake sucking him off while he watched two of his friends have sex on stage for a room full of people... but he was having a great time, so Jaune let himself just enjoy it. Her head raised briefly, and Blake peered up at him, features hazy with lust.
"Would you scratch behind my ears? It feels good for me."
He nodded, and let her guide his hands to the right spot. When she lowered her head again, he felt a soft moan when he scratched behind the Faunus woman's cat ears, and continued to do so as she resumed sucking his cock. Yang's display was more about the visible enthusiasm, messy and playful as she sucked off Sun, whilst Blake was a little more focused on turning Jaune in to a mess of arousal as her head bobbed in his lap and that skilled tongue worked his cock. Both were... incredible, frankly, and Jaune was pretty sure he was going to come before the show was over if she didn't slow down.
Thankfully for his stamina, Blake came up for air at last, twisting her head to watch the show on stage for a minute. It was also around that moment when the two on stage switched places, Yang pushing Sun back in to the seat before she clambered on to his lap and sank down his cock. Jaune knew that anybody who did full service at the club was tested regularly for their safety, so he wasn't surprised they had unprotected sex in the show. Yang turned to throw the crowd a sexy smile over her shoulder, and made sure to meet Jaune's eyes before she turned and began to ride Sun eagerly.
Blake looked up at him, the question on her face clear. Jaune nodded, and Blake retrieved a condom from beneath the table before she got up, whipping off her shirt and sheathing his cock quickly. He helped hold himself in place as Blake mounted him, glad to find her aroused and wet enough for him to slide inside with ease. Her head dipped to one side and rested on his shoulder so Jaune could still see the show, her arms resting lazily around his neck. He let his hands rest on her famously amazing ass, cupping and squeezing as Blake began to ride him.
Sun used his hands to spread Yang's ass, ensuring the audience got a better view of his cock as Yang rode him. She appeared to enjoy that action, as Yang began to ride him harder. Blake's soft sighs and moans grew louder as they fucked, her hips moving a little quicker when Jaune gripped her tighter.
"Yang was right, you have a great cock."
Jaune choked on a breath, unsure how to answer but thankfully Blake didn't seem to expect an actual response and continued to ride him, occasionally uttering more filth in his ear as she did so. It was tough for Jaune to focus on much, his attention divided between Blake in his lap and Yang on the stage.
Sun got to his feet, showing off a surprising amount of strength as he held Yang up with him and bounced her on his cock, then had her grip him tight before he walked them over toward the pole they had taken turns dancing around earlier. Jaune nudged Blake to look, and she let out a low groan of desire herself when she watched Sun and Yang change positions. Yang braced her hands against the pole whilst facing the audience, and had one foot on the floor whilst Sun gripped her ankle to hold her other leg up before he continued to fuck her.
"I knew those two would put on a hot show."
Blake breathed out, still grinding her hips down on to Jaune. He nodded, unable to resist a quip.
"Maybe you just have a thing for blondes."
Blake raised an eyebrow at him, then resumed riding him, soon mewling in to his ear that she was close to coming. Jaune doubted he was going to last much longer either, and when he found Yang's eyes and recognised the sounds she made, he had to bite his lip to quiet some embarrassing sounds as he bucked up in to Blake, fighting to keep his eyes open as long as possible until they closed against his will. When he opened them again, he just about caught the sight of Yang coming on stage, her grip on the pole tightening and Sun's rhythm slowing as he focused on keeping Yang upright.
Jaune let Blake guide his fingers to her clit, rubbing until he felt her quiver around him - it was a very pleasant distraction from seeing Sun's exact facial expression as he finished too, and he would have felt selfish not ensuring Blake got off too.
The two of them spent a minute catching their breath, and the members of the audience who weren't... otherwise engaged gave a roaring round of applause and cheers, a few even on their feet as Sun and Yang waved at them. Yang made sure to give everyone a glimpse of Sun's come dripping down her thighs before she turned to follow him off stage, her hips swaying playfully as the lights on stage went out entirely.
Blake hopped out of his lap barely thirty seconds later, sitting down next to him to pull her shorts back on.
"Wanna head backstage?"
Was she serious? Jaune wasn't sure he could stand, barely able to feel his legs after she'd fucked him for so long with such a hot show on. She seemed almost unaffected, though the satisfied smile on her face was good enough for Jaune's ego to be assured she had also had fun. Blake did kindly hand him some tissues off the table for him to deal discreetly with the used condom, and commented that he could clean up properly backstage.
Once Jaune was able to stand again, he let Blake drag him along to the backstage door, security letting him through at her request. At least she knew where they were going, and Blake pointed him to a bathroom to wipe himself down a little better. She waited outside, then led him a little further along until they found Yang and Sun in a dressing room, visibly damp from showers and wearing nothing but robes.
Yang jumped to hug him and Blake seperately, and Sun ambled over to fist bump Jaune, a silent question on his face of "are we good?" that Jaune nodded to, smiling at his friend.
"That was a hell of a show."
Jaune complimented, and both performers beamed at him, then turned to each other and giggled.
"Yeah. We both got really in to it, maybe a little too much but hey, the real fun is what sells these shows."
"I was a bit nervous, but Yang sure puts a guy at ease. I reckon we'll have more fun shows in future!"
Sun answered, and Yang nodded, turning to pick up and drink from a glass of water on the side nearby. Sun commented that he was going to go get dressed, and Blake apparently needed to urgently follow him. Yang rolled her eyes fondly, amused by the complete lack of subtlety. Now they were alone, she turned to Jaune.
"So, what did you think? Did you actually, you know, enjoy it?"
"I loved it. More than I expected to. It was really hot."
He admitted honestly. Yang's smile returned, and she leant up toward him. When she saw Jaune's hesitation, she winked.
"I brushed my teeth very well, promise."
Reassured, Jaune let her kiss him, enjoying the coolmint flavour on her lips. Their moment was interrupted by Yang's stomach growling, and the two parted with laughter.
"You wanna get dressed and we'll go get something to eat? It's my turn to buy dinner."
Yang nodded, leaning in to kiss him again before she turned to search for her clothes. Jaune sat down to wait, taking stock of the evening and confirming to himself that he really was fine with it all, and that things with himself and Yang were still just as good as before. Actually, since she now kissed him regularly, Jaune decided things were better than ever.
-RWBY-
Wow, this got long but everybody had some fun!
